A short film written by myself is in post!! I’m so excited for everyone (myself included) to see it. This is the instagram page: https://instagram.com/dosed.film/
Author Archives: Lilymaeportman
The Game – A Poem
It didn’t come home, and neither did they. At least, not the same as they were yesterday. Browns and greens spatter, needless and sore, It was only a game, but not any more.
Vegan Article
https://veganpantry.com/veganism/taking-a-vegan-holiday-with-children-how-childfriendly-are-they/ Here is a link to an article I wrote for a client!
Ocean Mild – A Poem
Strange tides do quell in the currents.The breaks go on into a swirl of tepid bubbles,It rises. In and out and further and closer.The changing patterns forming on shredded shells,Painted rocks.Never the same, as the last waves feast,Froth writing new truths into old formed canvases.Everything moves into the same.Yet none are identical.Another wave comes.
Writing services now on Fiverr!
I am now live on fiverr for writing services! I am currently offering showreel content for actors, but more gigs will be posted soon! Follow the link below for more info. https://www.fiverr.com/lily98423?up_rollout=true
Argument – A Script
This is a scene I wrote for a friend for his showreel. I offer show and voice reel scripts for a small fee, please email lily.portman349@gmail.com if you are interested! Scene: We’ve entered in the middle of an argument. PERSON A wanted to spend time with PERSON B and hoped they would be able toContinue reading “Argument – A Script”
Awaken – A Poem
Sleep is when I’m happiest. I drift off into the night sky, Stars surround me as I fly, Surrounded by darkness I Sink into terrible peace. Awful only as it will end. Light moving in, I leave my dream, Shining through in a stream Spotlight on a solo theme, Low grumbles of fight And yetContinue reading “Awaken – A Poem”
Currents – A Poem
A fester of grievances piles high on my temple. A tsunami of disruption and pity that wants nothing more Than my tranquil waters. I have crested the waves on a creak And landed in splinters.
Mother – A Poem
Take a breath and let weeds Grow knots around your neck. Tangling a mothers despair Of a child who forgot That she was ever there.
Locked – A Poem
Slow Fizzing silence Moulds around the rooms. Movement settles From the door Closing. Unsat in chairs Linger in unopened windows. Shadows sit tightly Against each detail. Maybe I Am a shadow too.
Lily Portman 